Meanwhile...I shed my title of Sloth

Wow, four comics in about a week. I never would've imagined that was possible. I know I always say that I feel like I'm getting better at this, but I guess that speaks for itself.

For those of you unfamiliar with the regulatory mechanisms of the sloth's natural habitat, that's Bobbo's poop under his tree keeping it alive. See, you learn something new every day. On a side note, the pop culture posters aren't nearly as intrinsic......or are they?

So, we're back to our Monday/Friday schedule until I mess up again and I start owing you....though I think if I mess up again, I'll pay for it with a new wallpaper instead of a bonus strip. I might even do a wallpaper anyway. What do you guys think? Action Gravy? Moon Weasel? Che Slothvara? Hit me up.

When your species is one of the seven deadily sins

We've been wanting to explain for some time that Bobbo is not, technically speaking, a monkey even thought that sort of wrecks our underlying premise and structure and could cause the entire comic universe we're creating to spontaneously implode. Nevertheless, we felt the truth had to come out sometime, just like it did with Meany's name or the Moon Weasel's diabolical love of Earth hot dogs. Some things are what they are and you can't hide them. But we think sloths and monkeys, to our mind at least, should share a common hatred for man, what with humans' universal distaste for extreme cases of slovenly behavior. The sloth doesn't fall far from the monkey tree, as they say.

Sometimes I feel like ripping PJ's head off for promising that we'll do three comics in a single week. I remember when it used to take us two months to do one comic. But I gotta hand it to him. Four comics in the span of one week is quite the achievement. And this is in between school, work, more work, writing recaps, buying houses, learning advanced Spanish and playing myriad video games. i think we're finally at the point in our lives when, at least as "Space Monkeys!" is concerned, we're finally getting our shit together.

Star Whores

Well, the comic is a little late again, but it was still posted so I guess that's good.

I was livid when I heard about the alterations to "Return of the Jedi" from Omar. The whole "films are always a work in progress" thing is fine, and I understand that, but George Lucas needed to provide the option to fans who wanted the original on the DVDs. He disrespected the fans that got him to the point where he can pursue his original vision.

I can't comprehend doing that to your fans. Though I may be late with the thrill (the comic, you cheeky monkey) from time to time, I love all Space Monkeys! fans. You're always in my thoughts, even when you probably shouldn't be. For example, the last time I had sex...

Me: Now roll over and pretend you're a puppy.
Girl: Fair enough.
Me: Oh...Space Monkeys! readers!
Girl: ...Meh. I've been called much worse --
Me: yyyyyyyyyyyyYES....BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!

And that's pretty much how it is.

See you Monday.

Crap in a hat

Slept in. Comic should be up this afternoon.

Bonus gravy

Wow...this is a first. I've posted the comic kinda early. I even had some time to go and do a little tinkering with the website, and I'm not tired at all. Though, I probably should go to bed.

But yes. A new Action Gravy! I really didn't know what direction we were going to take with this semi-spinoff we have going here until we came up with this strip. Hopefully, we can maintain the feel of today's comic with future Action Gravy comics because I think it's exactly what I had in mind.

I was put in the mood to do this comic today because my boss loaned me his copy of Batman: The Long Halloween yesterday. If you're a fan of the Dark Knight graphic novels, I'm sure you may have caught the numerous references so far in the few Action Gravy strips. I'm a huge fan of the Batman series. I'm about halfway through TLH, and I'm really liking it. It reminds me a lot of Batman: Year One though it feels a bit less grounded. That was the great thing about YO. It seemed entirely possible.

Another comic on Friday. Boy, you kids are lucky. When I was little we didn't even have webcomics.

No Replacement for Friends

I've gotten really bad about this whole newspost business, and there's no relief in sight. This week is going to be really hectic for me so just be grateful for the comics. That reminds me. There'll be a bonus comic on Wednesday to make up for the missed update last week. If you're wondering whether you should be here or not, I'd say you'd be missing out on our yummiest adventure yet if you weren't.

Bobbo boobs are something else, though

PJ had to post this and rush out because he's on his way to Austin to attend the ball-glorious Austin City Limits Festival with me today and tomorrow. He's bringing a sketch pad so in between hearing music, we'll be tossing around ideas for yonder monkeys from space. I think he drew today's comic in record time (even if it was a few hours late getting posted).

That's it. Go outside. Enjoy the last of summer before the monkeys and their weather machines ruin it all for us forever.

The Braff thing

I have to admit that I've missed the boat on this whole Braff thing. That's what I'm calling it. "The Braff thing." I'm almost certain I would love the man if I had exposure to "Scrubs," but they started airing it during my infamous boycott of television.

Garden State did pique my interest, however. I just haven't had the chance to mosey my ass on over to the nearest theater which is actually showing it here in San Antonio. I actually fear for my life if I don't see it soon. I'm constantly being bombarded by the cries of disbelief from friends of mine who have seen it, loved it, and can't believe I haven't seen it. My evening class last night began with my friend Kristina fielding questions about the soundtrack which she brought to school with her and which I refuse to listen to until I have seen the movie. I'm sure I'll enjoy the music more if I experience it for the first time as part of the movie-going experience.

So in short, I'm out of the loop. I'm also out of Fruit Loops. Damn.

Once again I'm sorry for the double delay of today's comic. Everything just sorta pounced on me all at once like Omar spotting Zach Braff out in public, defenseless and without a guard against bodily fluids.

No more missed updates! FRIDAY! Be here.

Ha ha. It is to Braff.

My love of the actor/director/big-lipped man Zach Braff is well-documented, but for PJ it took a little convincing on today's comic. He barely watches Scrubs and he hasn't seen the lovely Garden State yet. Which strikes me as odd because if PJ likes ME to any degree, surely he would love the Braff, a walking-talking Hollywood-with-good-lighting version of Omar.

My only fear is that someday PJ will connect with The Braff and they'll go start making comics together, leaving me to be Zach's unglamorous shadow puppet, toiling in obscurity in Austin.

That's a valid fear, right?

Finally

I was finally healthy enough to bring this comic to you fine readers. But, alas, my schooling is not nearly as fun as our scientist friend's was. I have to get some studying done. A more robust newspost should be up later today.

Back to our old tricks

This is awful. I can barely bring myself to type this because I'm so upset. I threw out my back at work today. I thought painkillers would do the trick, but at this point there's no way I'd be able to hunch over my WACOM tablet and magically produce a Space Monkeys! strip for you today. So, to summarize, I provide you with this conversation between me and an imaginary Space Monkeys! reader:

Reader: No Space Monkeys! last Friday or today, you say?
Me: 'Fraid so...you see, my back...
Reader: Fuck your back! Don't you care about my needs?
Me: Yeah, but...
Reader: Fuck your butt! I want Space Monkeys!
Me: I'm sorry. I really am. Today's comic will be moved to Wednesday, and I'll make it up to you with a bonus strip next Wednesday. Let's just say it'll be...gravy.
Reader: I love you.
Me: I love me too.

Come back Wednesday for the monkeys I know you so desperately crave. No tease this time. I promise.

In Recovery

Man, that comic about your mom was going to be great. Oh well.

Yesterday was very reminiscent of this. I'm feeling much better now.

Uhh.....well, I guess I'll see you guys Monday.


Mmmmmmmmmsorrygottagobye!

Mommacomic

I just talked to my mom. (Yes, I have one. She rawks.)

PJ is sick. He woke up with a headache and had the vapors or something and went back to bed. So he won't be drawing a new comic tonight for tomorrow morning.

What sucks the worst about it was that this was going to be our best comic yet. We had the idea down and everything.

I guess I'll just explain the concept: Your mom was in it and she has sex with a bunch of dudes.

Like I said, it was gonna be great. Oh well.

It's not a uteryou, it's a uterus

Certain...things have come to my attention.

Chongo1279: what's with the uterus?
pjgallaga: uterus?
Chongo1279: 3rd comic in the archive
pjgallaga: there's a uterus?
pjgallaga: where?
pjgallaga: i don't remember drawing one
Chongo1279: the monster thingy that the guy flys through
Chongo1279: with the clicky belt button
pjgallaga: the monster looks like a uterus?
Chongo1279: yes
pjgallaga: hmm......
pjgallaga: i don't remember what a uterus looks like
pjgallaga: i really hope i didn't subconsciously draw a uterus
Chongo1279: lol
Chongo1279: like a uterus with fallopian tubes
pjgallaga: OH SHIT
pjgallaga: HE DOES LOOK LIKE A UTERUS!
Chongo1279: hahahaha
pjgallaga: hmm.....then that comic takes on a whole new meaning
Chongo1279: lol... yes it does :-P
pjgallaga: it was totally unintentional though
Chongo1279: omg... that's friggin' priceless
pjgallaga: lol damn......i have girl parts on my mind even when i don't have them on my mind

Weasely hours

It almost never happens that the comic is posted while I'm awake. Usually, I'm dead asleep and I imagine PJ pushing the "Publish" button on the very edge of consciousness, using his last mili-ounce of strength to click on the mouse as his head collapse onto a drool-laden keyboard. That's how I imagine it, anyway.

Two things you'll eventually learn about the Space Monkeys! universe: There are lots of characters in our interstellar tale, some who are verbal, some merely teeth carrying a weasel body. The other is that hot dogs, which we mostly take for granted, can change the course of the universe's history.

The Weasel

And there is your formal introduction to the Moon Weasel. You may have noticed him in his brief cameo on (where else?) the Moon. It raises the question: Did the catapult fail entirely because of Meany's incompetence? The world may never know.

If you have any questions about the Moon Weasel, I think I can field them all with this simple yet universal answer. He just really fucking loves hot dogs, alright?

There were two other introductions in today's story which weren't quite as monumental. The first was Bobbo's nightcap. How cool was that!? I'm going to start searching online stores for the hat my WACOM pen conceived. The other subtle newness was Bobbo's quarters, albeit only the door to his quarters. I have a feeling we might just see what lies inside room 13 some day.

Omar and I totally forgot today was gonna be a holiday. We updated nonetheless! It's because we're pimps. Enjoy the weasel until Friday.

Bobbo Boobs

I'm all about giving the public what they want. I know you've been wanting to see those beautiful mansloth boobs so I found an excuse to finally expose them. And not a moment too soon.

I think the message of this comic is quite clear. Bobbo is a simple sloth. He likes his chest bared and his cake and ice cream in his tummy.

Meany, on the other hand, really likes the party hats. He's also known to frequent the punch bowl more than most.

You may have noticed that the comic is a bit smaller than usual. I'm really trying to figure out how I can get it even smaller. I'm fully aware of how huge they are. I'll have to rework the process I use to get these comics drawn.

In any case, you know the drill. Monday. Come see the monkeys or I'll take away the sloth boobs.